Web of light. Part 1. part 29

Part 29

Chapter 132

Hello, ancestral home! How are you doing here without me? Something tells me that it won't be any better with me. At the very least, we'll have to start by breaking the amulet of the "hidden one", and what else will we have to break? We spent the rest of the day preparing for the possible events that would follow the destruction of the amulet. It took a long time and carefully selected the sniper's resting place, for which we had Shinji the Hawk-Nosed, so as not to accidentally shoot something important to the negotiating team in the person of me, Shizuka and Kashi. Rinko with the ice sword became the second number of the ambush team, attacking the flank if we were forced to retreat. The problem is, when I imagined what Himari looked like in the terminal form in the manga, I couldn't tell if the swordswoman would take on the same appearance. In theory, yes, it's not like waving a sword at her in the form of a kitten, is it? I'm the one who assigns goals in case it's "really bad." The situation will be five against four, it seems that there should be no one else in the Amakawa house. If it's more than five, we'll just run away. Shooting back. The weapons turned out to be quite serious: three dischargers each (for one discharge), Rinko additionally had a sword made of rebuilt Mizuchi ice. I have a direct-charge stunner (that is, the total number of lightning bolts will be seven). Kashi relies more on jaws, a hawk-nosed man with a rifle. Mizuchi has his own water, which we were not too lazy to bring, that is, we rolled twenty-four barrels, placing them in pairs along the path of possible escape. Where did they get the barrels from? Water + Mizuchi is a force capable of creating a barrel even from water, that is, from ice. They painted a blind marking right in the courtyard of the house, who will stand where, so as not to get confused and not to think where to run. We ran for speed. They removed branches, pebbles, and a bruise from my knee. We ran through it again. Twice as much trash was removed. We ran a couple more times. The kitchen is at your disposal — um-m! But we'll spend the night in a tent anyway, just in case, so to speak. Shizuki and Kashi's disguises had to be removed on the way out — to check the surroundings, "pleasant" surprises like the ever-memorable Agehia Ko would be completely out of place.

The targeting of the railgun in the form of a rifle was also not without problems: there are not so many charges from pobedit to scatter them. Along the way, we discovered that the plastic magazine did not fit perfectly into the charging slot when reloading, and on the third shot it warped, jamming the "Henry bracket", which I had adapted without much thought to provide the simplest automatic reloading. It's good that the magazine holds twenty charges — in theory, it should be enough for one battle. As a result, the linear accelerator looks like it can be inserted into a steam tank: the thick tube of the muzzle gave a false impression of the caliber, the white-gray plastic of the parts seemed like some kind of toy, and the sights from the front sight and the slotted strap somehow did not inspire respect. But with the task of getting over a hundred meters with a well-accelerated dummy, the system coped quite well: Shinji successfully hit a diameter of ten centimeters. I did not allow the wall of the house to be shot through for a control test, because Zashiki-varashi, undoubtedly, after opening the hiding place, would immediately detect damage to his, in fact, body part, and negotiations would definitely be more difficult. And besides, who knows what kind of "alarm system" my ancestors have?

Yes, the house in which I walked so carelessly last summer and the summer before last no longer seemed safe to me. I had to insist that none of us stay in the same room for less than two people — the walls, which cut off the magical sense (and vision), prevented her from being noticed even in the next room in case of danger. As a result, even boys and girls had to wash at night in groups, since there was hot water. And I experienced an acute attack of inferiority complex again— and not my penis, but looking at the perfectly defined muscles of my arms and stomach. As for the penis, I carefully turned away and generally tried not to look once more in the direction of the spirits, instead trying to auto-train myself into the subcortex with a message like "I will swing and become the most muscular Amakawa in history." The problem was that I didn't really believe myself.

However, just an hour later I received full moral compensation and successfully forgot all the promises: it was cold to sleep, and it was logical for us children to rely on one sleeping bag for two — although Rinko was incredibly shy, but catching a cold would be worse than falling asleep together (in clothes!) in the same bed. Moreover, Mizuchi managed to blurt out that "she had already slept with Yuto and woke up all wet." Oh! I was almost forced into a sleeping bag! The Hawk-nosed Man and the Corpse Eater were not particularly cold, and the extra layer of fabric that limited their mobility could be expensive if necessary. But the heat-loving Shizuka did not want to freeze at night, and another guest was added to the "dormitory bed". It was warm in the sleeping bag, the girls regularly warmed me and warmed themselves, and we fell asleep in just five minutes.

Yes, it was a new and unusual feeling! My right arm (Shizuka) and left leg (Rinko), pinned down by the corresponding parts of the girls' bodies, I couldn't feel at all. Probably because I'm not a trained magician, yes, yes! Damn, it hurts!

Hissing and cursing, we got out of the tent, pretended to wash ourselves from one of the snake barrels (the water had been in a tub of ice all night — what would the temperature be?!), and stared angrily in the direction of the estate, hidden from us by a wall of trees. I really wanted to kill someone, and it seemed like Rinko and Shizuka did too. Shinji and Kashi, looking at us, almost laughed out loud. But they were silent and did not comment, for which I thank them very much!

Chapter 133.

Yeah... We trampled a lot around the house, and the clearings in the undergrowth look a little strange, but it's better that way than without a plan at all! We have the appearance... Well, yes. A hawk-nosed man in camouflage and a Gilly cape (sold for hunters) in autumn colors, the rifle is also wrapped in a camouflage net. Rinko is also wearing a "gilly", but on top of the usual sports armor (which, after the "Ferry", is in some ways not inferior to the notorious "sphere"), and she can even run in this form, we checked! But Shizuka was wearing a purple cropped yukata with a bow, which the girls with mats put on and tied twice as long as the camouflage armor.

Shizuka is a hero, even I appreciated it. It looks awesome, by the way! It's a good thing, because Rinko was too nervous. But now she's sulking, of course, the snake is being shown "facing" the city and the world, and she is being ambushed. Have you tried to explain to an eleven-year-old girl that her place in the bushes according to the combat schedule is not because she did not come out? Oh kami!.. For contrast and representativeness, we decided to dress up Porridge in advance, as well as the Goddess of Rivers, in a suit, only in a European "troika" — with cufflinks, a tie and other tricks. Kashi was sympathetic. By the way, thanks to Hiroe for fixing my brain in time: maybe it's not that important, but when I claimed the official right to the throne, I had to at least live up to my claims a little: the clothes of the retinue were the perfect solution in such a case. I myself was dressed in the manner of a school uniform: black trousers and boots (you can't see under the trousers, but the boots are real berc), a snow-white shirt. Did Kashi have a glass or a bottle in her pocket for the time being? for the blood I'll have to bleed myself in front of witnesses. It hurts, it's unpleasant, but I haven't found any other way to show the "smell" of my power.

To enhance the latter, I drained 50 milliliters of blood, had to put Steam (holding a glass in my hand — no problem) on the contents and pour in a quarter of the reserve. I've been practicing the "blood ritual" for the last week... Mizuchi was supposed to heal my wound, but just in case, each of the team had Band-aids and iodine stuffed into their pockets.

And there are walkie-talkies with headsets, everyone has them. At such distances, construction UHF-connected portable radios provided quite comfortable negotiations. And you don't have to press the tangent — the transmission is on, it's worth talking. So, the last check: clothes, communications, weapons, the location of people and yokays, paths, a blood bottle and medicines... everything! I took a meter-long wooden stick, opened the veranda doors wide, then the inner ones, then the altar ones, and put a piece of wood under the memorial shrine of the ancestors. Farry! Watching the piece of wood that had become the magical equivalent of a superconductor turn blue under my hands, I jumped up at a pace and ran to the middle of the courtyard, to my place near the tall male and slightly shorter female figures. The auras of my yokai unfolded to the fullest, and, echoing them, a low rumble was heard from the depths of the house. Clap! And the glow from inside the house scattered along the walls, covering the interior of the room with a dazzling splash... and it concentrated into three figures. One is as bright as an electric welding machine, and two are much dimmer behind it. Okay, take a breath! And...

"I am Yuto Amakawa, the last surviving heir of the eldest Amakawa family. It was I who discovered the technique of the "Mystical House"," I tried not to speak very fast, and in as cold a voice as possible. After the last word, I adjusted my glasses, and they lowered the brightness of the visualization. Now I could see our counterparts almost normally, without glare, and I was able to identify them immediately. A girl in a long-brimmed white dress that not only covers her legs, but also seems to spread across the floor is the Spirit of Writing. A girl in a vest and a short shirt, with a collar, is the spirit of a wolf or a dog. And the central, glowing, aura-crushing figure is a short and young-looking girl in a dark crimson, cropped yukata — Zashiki-varashi, a brownie. Where's the cat? I hope she's not sneaking up behind you with a sword. However, the next question left me even more stumped:

"Amakawa, you say? Then where is Himari-dono? Where did you put the Himari?! Answer me or you'll die!"

Chapter 134.

I am a calm, balanced individual. I get nervous off the case, it happens, but this does not prevent me from staying within the "framework", communicating with almost any interlocutor... but they did!

"What?! I left my cat at home, and did you take her somewhere?" I practically hissed to myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Shizuka flinch at my tone. It's not that I'm not used to when my plans start coming true in the most bizarre way, but that's a bummer!..

"It's not me!" the brownie immediately began to justify herself in a completely childish way. "She left on her own ten days after Grandpa Gen left and didn't come back! I didn't want to let her go, honestly! But she said she'd be back with the heir, soon! And it's been two years, and she's still gone!"

And all of a sudden, for me, yokai burst into tears. So, sobbing, bitterly-bitterly, I already felt uneasy. She kept saying something, sitting on the threshold, but apart from "hlup, squish, hlup, ii-i-i," I couldn't hear anything. The "solemn" meeting somehow immediately crumpled up, the confused spirits looked from the crying girl to me and back. I waved my hand, walked up to the crying spirit, and exchanged glances with the remaining two spirits.

"Well, it can take a long time..." the girl handed me an envelope and, turning to me, asked: "Are you sure you're Yuto? The last time I saw you was when I was six years old. And you don't smell like power at all. A concealing amulet?"

I nodded and unbuttoned my shirt a couple of buttons, revealing a sizeable rectangle. The dog girl also came up to me and started sniffing my shoulder intently.

"It smells similar, but the smell is different. Really," she looked at me critically, "You've grown up."

"Shizuka, give me the needle," I grimaced at the upcoming procedure and took the blood bottle from Kashi. Damn, it's not a pleasant procedure. The blood came out of the wound rather slowly, and it took about a minute and a half before I allowed Mizuchi to wipe the incision with cotton wool taken from his sleeve and seal it with a Band-Aid. With my right hand, I concentrated as usual, turned the blood into a reservoir and supplied energy. And-and o-o-one! Then he handed the vessel to the mail girl. She carefully accepted the container, and by the way the tension abruptly dropped from her face, I realized that I was recognized.

"Hozya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yain!" — did a she-wolf (or was it a dog?) grope me, wildly waving her tail that suddenly grew out from under her skirt, "You're back with Ginko! Ginko has been waiting for you!!!"

And before I could do anything, I was savorily licked on both cheeks and lips. Uhh! I even shook my head at the pressure. The feeling of being licked with a human tongue, but like a dog, is very peculiar... And it's wet, damn it!

"Ginko... Ginko! Yes, I realized that you missed me! Stop licking!" I looked helplessly at the white yokai, and she motioned for me to pat her on the head. Oh, kami! With a soft happy whine, Ginko flopped down on her knees, continuing to hold me in a ring of arms: now she was nuzzling my nose somewhere in the area of my diaphragm. Stroking the spirit's hair, completely insane with happiness, and tugging at the "overgrown" sharp animal ears, I tried to ignore the tickling (and the sobs that continued to come from the brownie) and turned back to the Envelope.

"Can you tell me what's been going on since my parents took me away? And introduce yourself, I'm sorry, please, I don't remember your name."

Glancing sideways at her crying friend, the white yokai sighed, shrugged, and reported:

"I am the Spirit of Writing, Fuguruma Dofu, but you can just call me Do, Amakawa-dono. Ginko has already introduced herself to you, and as for Zashiki-varashi, her name is Kaya. And what happened... When Gendo-sama left, he activated the sealing technique and ordered them to wait until he arrived or until the technique opened the exit itself. We waited a week and a half, and the cat, taking Yasutsuna and the notebooks, disappeared. I don't know how, Gendo-sama must have shown her how to get out of the hidden, or Kaya let her out, but none of us could follow her. According to the last order of the previous head, a year later we began to believe that your grandfather had passed away... Amakawa-sama."